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Astra Yao was fascinated.
That wasn’t so uncommon for her, after all she had plenty of interests with little time to explore them properly. So there was nothing telling that this would last much longer than the last obsession — cooking if you’d believe it.
“Ah Astra. Back again?”
The dark haired girl adjusted her sunglasses, though none of the scarce few patrons in Random Play gave her a second glance. Heh heh. My disguise is perfect! “Belle!” She cleared her throat. “I mean, er, Manager.”
The blue haired girl offered her a bright smile, “Looking for some more advice? I swear, for not dating, you-”
Astra lifted the video tape in her hand, hoping that it covered the rush of blood to her cheeks. “Just a tape today, thank you!”
Belle met her at the counter, as the idol handed over the item. “This one again?” She glanced down at the sleeve. The Art of Love. It was a stirring love story between an Artistboo and a human. That alone was a great smoke screen for the real reason that she was renting the tape for the twentieth time.
“I just can’t get enough.” Astra beamed. It wasn’t strictly a lie, even though it felt to her like she was bending the truth.
“Well you know that there’s a certain scene in here that’s often taken out of the movie and circulated. They say it-”
“Oh sorry, Manager.” Astra rushed out her sentence to cut her off, knowing exactly what she was about to say, and not feeling prepared for the conversation. Sometimes it felt like the universe was giving her challenges through Belle, most likely without the other woman being remotely aware. “Gotta run! I’m late for an interview!”
As soon as her card was swiped, Astra Yao ran from the store so quickly that dust was kicked up after her.
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“Oh this is nice.”
Astra sighed in relief as finally her day of work was done. Twilight was wrapped around New Eridu, and she was exhausted as she stumbled into her room, and down onto her bed, the mountain of blankets, all soft and cuddly, as well as a big white bear – Mr. Tedderson if you had to know – that was positioned against the far wall.
Her T.V was sitting, tape already loaded inside.
Summoning enough strength to get into comfier clothing, a fuzzy pink top with short sleeves and some pink and white cotton shorts, she slipped into bed and grabbed the remote. Pressing play to load it up, she then used the controller to speed up. After all she was looking for one scene and one scene in particular.
Fascination begged at the corners of her mind, and then the moment was in front of her.
The scene opened up on Astrid. She was a woman of dazzling beauty, but in the way that struck Astra as understated. Someone who just naturally radiated it. She was sitting in a dark room, with only a chair and a lightbulb hanging over head. Her arms had been looped off with rope and placed in her lap, while a single long strand of rope crossed around her stomach to hold her back to the chair. A thin cloth had been shoved inside of her mouth, passing behind her lips, cleaving them open.
Silent tears ran down her face, and despite being in the industry herself, or maybe because of it, Astra saw how the performer melded into the character. It was a transformation, and all of it was framed excellently in that single scene. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop coming back to it.
Fascination.
“Miss Yao.” A familiar voice suddenly caught Astra off guard, and she cried, flailing for the remote to stop the movie.
“Ah! Eve! Why are you surprising me like that?! You could’ve said something!”
A strange expression crossed her face, “But I’m-”
“Anyway!” Astra puffed out her cheek, “What can I do for you?”
“I was simply going to tell you good night.” Evelyn put a hand on her hip. She was wearing a pair of short sleeping shorts that showed off her toned legs, as well as her heavenly backside. As for her top half, that was wearing a red tank top, which was showing off quite a bit of her chest.
Astra focused her attention on the T.V. While the two had ended up moving into a small apartment together, mostly as a desperate attempt from Eve to get her to stop messing around, Astra was still adjusting. The close proximity had the added benefit of her close friend being able to keep her safe, but in return, she had to pretend that Evelyn wasn’t the most attractive human being that she had ever met.
Not that it could ever work out. She winced. For a handful of reasons.
“This film again?” Astra smiled, seemingly to herself, “And this scene no less?”
“Don’t make fun of it!” Astra shot back. “It’s a dramatic scene! And Artistboo is already on his way to save her from the evil manager!”
“I see.” Eve straightened her back, “From a realistic standpoint, there’s nothing for her to be afraid of. Honestly, I’m surprised that she can’t get herself out of that. Whoever kidnapped her clearly didn’t want to keep her around.”
Astra groaned, “Oh come on, Eve, it’s not like you could do any better!”
Her blond friend’s cheek twitched at the challenge, “I could. Easily.”
She snorted, “Suuuuree. Well fine, Eve. If you think you can do better…” She finally turned to look at her fully, giving her big eyes and a trembling lip to really make her point clear, “Kidnap me Please!”
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Evelyn had spent a good portion of her time knowing Astra, trying to understand Astra. To the best of her ability, that meant getting to know her interests. It was her professional duty. Just the same sense of duty that got her to keep Astra on track – as much as you could do that for her – and to the point where they shared the same living space. In reality that should have made things easier for her.
Instead, Evelyn found herself having difficulty with the step.
But I never thought that I would end up ‘kidnapping’ the person I’m supposed to keep safe. Still she’s watching that tape a lot. If I don’t set her straight she might start looking to get kidnapped for real.
“I’m not going to hold back, Astra.”
“Okay!” Astra responded, stars in her eyes.
“I mean it!”
“Please do!”
Evelyn sighed, as she placed a black bag down at the foot of the bed. She looked upwards, spying Mr… Tedderson, she believed it was called, sitting up against the wall. A strange sense that he was watching her hit her at that moment. Judging her. “Then come on over. I want you on your feet.” As Astra moved to comply, Evelyn let her tone drop, “Now. Don’t waste my time.”
“Yes!” Astra jumped to her feet.
“Hands behind your back.” Evelyn hardly gave her time to react, a few quick moments, before grabbing her arms behind her back. Leaning downwards, she selected a strand of rope from the bag, placing it at her wrists. Astra let out a sharp breath through her teeth.
Good. I think it’s starting to settle in. This is no game.
A practiced knot slipped over her arms, which had been stacked one on top of the other, in a tight and effective box tie. At that point Evelyn was contending with the sheet of beautiful hair that was the idol’s pride and joy. Evelyn did something that she was very good at. She saw a problem and she took steps to fix it.
Fingers traced through her charge’s hair, and a brief transient thought pierced through it, telling her that yes it did feel as good as it looked. Then it was moving and twisting, pulling up the top of Astra’s head, where it was settled into an immaculate bun, and Astra wouldn’t have been able to do any better herself.
“Eve?” Astra’s lips were trembling, and the blond didn’t even realize how close they were to one another. There was a soft scent rising off of her skin. Evelyn tried to convince herself that she didn’t notice. Just like she didn’t notice how the soft curve of her neck looked when it wasn’t covered by her hair.
Focus. You’re a professional!
Her hand curled onto Astra’s shoulder, reaching down for more rope. When she passed the dark colored rope next, she went around Astra’s arms, and to her chest, rope lashing underneath her breasts. The resulting tightening of the material pressed into her body while also pulling up her pajama shirt, exposing some of her midriff in the process. More black rope followed, mirroring the first and passing about her breasts to further restrict her, drawing her shirt up even more. Then another braided rope was added, connecting the other two ropes together while framing her chest.
“Hah! Nice pair of tits, love!” Evelyn tried to take on a voice that didn’t belong to her, using a hand to squeeze tightly against Astra’s chest.
“Ah!” The other girl cried in alarm.
Letting her go, Eve placed rope against the further exposed middle, drawing it tight against Astra’s smooth stomach. She tried to block out the thoughts that sprung to mind with them, locking them in a cabinet until she could properly sort them out later. Right along with the distracting thoughts of seeing her wearing her hair differently, or the very brief brush with her soft breast through her top.
I’m here to make a point.
The rope was threaded downwards, loose end running between Astra’s legs. Tugging it through to the other side, she yanked it upwards. “AH! Ow!” Astra bit her lip as the rope pressed where she was most sensitive, bunching up her cotton shorts in the process.
“Just in case you’re thinking about struggling too much.”
Evelyn spun the other woman around, sitting her down on the bed, then kneeling downwards. Black rope wasn’t too far away, going to her ankles, securing her legs firmly together. Not wanting her to get any time to breathe, she moved immediately to tying up her calves, then above and below her knees. The final tie at her legs had been knotted off at her thighs, and a soft breath escaped past her lips, looking down at her.
“This is tight Eve.” She looked up and down at her bound body, wincing as it pressed into her.
“That’s the point.” Evelyn patted her legs, moving herself to the bag, “How are you feeling?”
“Warm.” Came the instant response, “It’s a lot of activity. And uh...” A touch of color hit her cheeks, as she wiggled her legs back and forth, “That one feels great!”
“Are you serious?” Evelyn’s eyebrow twitched, “You’re enjoying this?”
“Well…yeah!” She narrowed her eyes slightly, focusing on shifting her arms back and forth. When they lowered, they shifted her chest too.
“Unbelievable.” She shook her head, “Guess I’m going to need to work harder then.”
“Harppphhhr?” Her confused answer was cut off by the appearance of a deep red ball gag, with holes placed along the interior. A set of straps quickly ran behind the back of her head, and were buckled downwards, with Evelyn making sure that it was tight. The sphere was big enough that after a while Astra was going to be drooling.
It was surely going to be a start as far as humiliating her.
I’ve been too soft on her. But if she’s going to learn her lesson, I can’t afford to be.
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Evelyn pushed Astra down to the bed.
Astra landed on her chest, backside jutting upwards into the air. There was a shifting underneath her, as Eve joined her on the mattress. Eve. She’s in my bed. She’s next to me… she…
Her thoughts were racing as more black rope came out of the bag. The rope that was pushing against her crotch through the thin layers of her shorts and panties, was sending warmth into her core that was amazing. Throwing herself back to the scene on the TV she was starting to understand – thanks to Eve’s confidence – that the bondage aspect had been lacking.
I hope that she keeps this up! Don’t hold back, Eve!
Eve’s fingers were like fire, as she grabbed Astra’s legs, bending them up and towards her chest. Rope looped around the tie at her ankles, and Eve tugged it forward, connecting it to the ropes that surrounded her arms, and chest bindings.
“Mnn!” Astra moaned into her gag as she felt her body constricting to allow the sudden tethering. As her body rocked back and forth, the rope between her legs dug deeper, and her chest harness did the same with her breasts.
What followed was those same fingers going up her back, and her neck before tugging more rope around the bun that was placed on the top of her head. The bun that had been crafted with Evelyn’s love, even if she would deny it both immediately and for the rest of her life. Astra could feel a lot of the woman she was growing to know more in how she had gone about the process.
Astra shivered. Whatever was about to happen next, she could feel how her hair was being scoped through the process. A part of her did worry, but then she knew Eve wouldn’t try to hurt her.
The rope was pulled downwards, tracing a shadow over her back as it plunged downwards to attach to the rope between her legs from the back. The result was a ‘V’ shape of ropes where the ‘V’ was placed on its side, only capable because she was flexible.
Astra groaned, feeling the ropes slide into place. The rope between her legs was pressed even tighter against her, cloth shorts and panties bunching up around it. Her back was arched too, her hair tugged at the same time as the rope down below.
Wowza Eve! This is… so much hotter than I thought it would be!
Closing her eyes, she imagined that she had been captured by an evil person, someone that was after her for her work. Someone with terrible awful intentions. Maybe someone that wanted to grope her like Eve had…
Like she had…
Heat surged inside of her, gentle tugging sending her mad, hair placed impeccably on top of her head. Her clothing was messy, showing off stomach, and even a sliver of her panties. A thick gag was shoved inside of her mouth, and she could feel moisture around the edges of her lips.
Those men had her. They wanted nothing else but to do terrible things to her. She would be scared and alone. Everything would seem like it was the most dark.
And then the door would burst open.
Eve would slink inside. Knowing her, she’d probably have the collar of one of the villains in her hand. She’d have a face full of concern as she locked eyes with Astra’s bound body…
Heat. Terrible heat. Astra was horny. Of course, she was. Ropes dug into her through every corner of her body, and she loved it. It was the same fascination that she had with the scene from the video tape. But it was so much more…
Eve would run to her, kneeling downwards and giving her soft soothing words as she went to the ropes. Astra would moan into her gag and…
“Astra?” Evelyn’s voice was near her ear, and the sound of it made her shiver. Her words, her real words were so much more powerful than her fantasy.
Drool was falling out of her mouth, as Eve placed a pillow underneath her, dexterous fingers moving down the ropes that held her captive. She seemed intent to ensure that her work was done, which was just like her.
“I’m going to leave you here for a little while.” Evelyn brushed a hand along her cheek, and Astra’s face warmed, though she didn’t imagine that she could grow any more red than she already was. “When I get back, I hope that it’s sunk in for you.”
“Mnnn!” Leave me alone? No, Eve, not when I’m like this! Please help me!
Evelyn shifted backwards, legs folded up underneath her butt, hand tracing her own blond hair, “That should give you plenty of time to reconsider.”
“Mn?” Reconsider? But I’m having the time of my life here!
“If you can’t, then I suppose I’ll have to increase the pressure a little.”
Oh Please! Please! Add all the pressure!
There was a soft smile on her face, and Astra wished that she could capture it and hold it forever. It was like Mr. Tedderson, big and warm.
Gentle motions went to her dark strands of hair. Not that anything was out of place, Eve had worked hard to make sure that wouldn’t happen. Those moments, small intimate peaks at the girl beneath the strict bodyguard and manager personas, were key to Astra. It was what had excited her most about the two of them living together.
“Struggle and wiggle your cute little butt all you want, but you’re not going to get out.”
Astra groaned lowly into her gag, unable to tell her that she wasn’t moving out of an intention to escape but merely to enjoy the way the rope slid against her skin. The flashes of pain in her hair met her with smooth pleasure between her legs. Cute? Oh… Has she been looking?
Astra rested her cheek against the pillow, feeling unsatisfied. She wanted more, wanted to feel warmer, and she realized that she wanted to share that moment with Evelyn. But equally she was scared. Terrified of knowing that things might be different than they already were. Of potentially losing what they had.
“I’ll be back.” Eve landed a smack on the backside of her cotton shorts, “And I promise that I’ll win Astra. You’ll realize the danger of this and change your mind.”
Eve was barely a few steps away, when Astra snorted into her gag, As if.